Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.